What a fantastic way to cap off this series of articles. Nick, it's hilarious you began writing after that fateful Nathan night against the Yankees. It's one of my most memorable Twins nights, though not because I was watching the team. I had a crew of friends in Long Beach from Boston; so much so that we actually called one of them "Boston" because his accent was so thick we couldn't understand half the **** he was saying. I can't even remember the guy's real name even though I worked with him for two years, though his brother Mike was a true baseball aficionado (as only one from Boston can be). Well, that night we secured tickets for the Angels/BoSox series because of course we did. We were in the right field bleachers at Edison, heckling the living crap out of Vlad because, well, because he was there and so were we (we all loved Vlad but hey, he played for the Angels that night). The night was getting on swimmingly; the Red Sox were beating the living piss out of the Angels and the Twins tied it up against the Yankees. Then the time difference kicked in. The Twins took the lead and we went nuts. We actually got the entire right field bleachers (full of Bo Sox fans, naturally) going nuts, screaming "**** the Yankees". We were in pure bliss. Then Nathan came out again and it all fell apart. To be honest, I barely remember anything that happened after that point in the night. Unsurprisingly, I did not make it to work the next day. It was a mix of celebration (Mike and Boston) and consoling of defeat clutched from the jaws of victory (me).